yesterday i woke up at 7 and drove four hours up the coast past carmel, past clint eastwood's house, past the big sur, past cliffs and bridges and sea otters and anemones. we stopped every hour to play in tide pools and snap pictures that will never do justice to the real thing. the ocean takes my breath away.
we turned off the highway and drove up a tiny little path, and i wrote this, trying to describe the most peaceful place i've ever been to. sometimes i can write, but there were no words for this place:
i am high in the hills in a large wooden room with high ceilings and golden filtered light, in a monastery overlooking the pacific ocean. the air is so still that it feels like the world has stopped. i didn't know there was quiet like this. the thunder of my pulse is deafening in my ears.
i sit very still on my mat and close my eyes and breathe as slowly and deeply as i can, trying to fill every space in my body with pure, incense-laden air. i concentrate on pulling the stillness into my skin, through my eyes, filling my head until i'm floating. i want to memorize every detail, infuse my soul with this peace, carry this place in my heart so i can return.
18:12:57 - 2001-02-20
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